You, a living person, are telling me I've served in the underworld for ten years?

Chapter 132 Zhong Kui's clone descends upon the mortal world!
The procession banners create their own space.

This space is constantly evolving with scenes from the "Eighteen Levels of Hell"!
San Yang Gui Xian was, after all, a "ghost immortal" who had escaped from the eighteenth level of hell. He was powerful and knowledgeable. After being taken into the "Patrol Banner", he immediately recognized this space and hurriedly sat down on the ground, circulated his divine soul, and tried to fight against the "Patrol Banner"!
"The eighteen levels of hell within the procession banner are fake; they are illusions created by this magical artifact!"

"As long as I maintain a clear mind, I can avoid falling into illusions!"

Unfortunately, he was originally a remnant soul, and it would take him 10 years to fully recover to the "Ghost Immortal" realm. Now, his remnant soul was injured by Chen Yang's "Red Sun Mirror" and his power was suppressed by the "Patrol Banner". In just a moment, he was unable to continue!

His vision blurred for a moment, and then he saw two ghost soldiers walking towards him.

One of the ghost soldiers held an iron chain, and the other held a steel fork.

As the scattering ghost immortal rose to escape, he saw the ghost soldier swing out an iron chain that bound him tightly!

Another ghost soldier handed out a steel fork, placing the Dispelling Calamity Ghost Fork on it.

hum!
A huge steamer appeared to the side.

The ghost soldiers stepped forward to light the fire, and when the steamer was steaming hot, they forked the calamity-dispelling ghosts and put them into the steamer!
"No!"

"It's fake! It's all fake!"

"An illusion, an illusion!"

"I am a ghost immortal, how could I be trapped by illusions... Open, open for me!"

pat!

The Vengeful Ghost was thrown into a steamer. The huge steamer was closed, and soon he was being steamed so badly that he screamed and talked nonsense, sometimes cursing and sometimes begging for mercy!
It felt as if its soul had been steamed through, and even the tiny "ghostly thoughts" the size of rice grains were almost cooked.

The fifth level of the eighteen levels of hell—the Steamer Hell!
Those who gossip about family matters, spread rumors, frame others, slander, and insult others in their daily lives will be sent to the Steaming Cage Hell after death. The Steaming Cage Hell and the Tongue-Pulling Hell are a set of packages.

After the ghosts are steamed in the Steamer Hell, a cold wind blows and their bodies are reshaped before they are sent to the Tongue-Pulling Hell to suffer the punishment of having their tongues pulled out!

The Fiendish Immortal is just like that.

After enduring the punishment of having his tongue pulled out, he was thrown into the Hell of Knives, followed by the Hell of Stone Pressing.

Chen Yang held the parade banner and watched this scene quietly.

But then they saw the Scattered Calamity Ghost Immortal being forced into a huge stone trough, above which hung a giant rock. When the rock fell, it smashed the Scattered Calamity Ghost Immortal into a piece of paper.

brush!
With a thought, Chen Yang split off a wisp of divine consciousness and appeared inside the parade banner.

With a flick of his finger, the "paper" that the scattered ghost immortal had transformed into began to inflate, quickly becoming full and restoring its original shape.

He didn't know what was going on, but he was ten meters tall, which greatly displeased Chen Yang. He frowned and said, "You dare to grow this tall in front of me? Shrink a bit!"

The demon immortal was already in a daze from the torment, how could he dare to resist?

He quickly shrank to just over a meter tall, then kowtowed and begged for mercy, saying, "My lord, I was blinded by greed... Please, my lord, have mercy on me and spare my life. I will serve you like a slave and repay you handsomely!"

"I am the mortal inspector appointed by Lord Cui. You are a demon who escaped from the eighteenth level of hell and are a wanted criminal."

Chen Yang said calmly, "My duty is to arrest you and bring you to justice. Remember to reform yourself well after you go down. As long as you sincerely repent, you may have a chance to be reincarnated in the future!"

The Demon Immortal suddenly sprang up and roared, "You dog official! I escaped from the eighteenth level of hell after going through countless hardships, and I will never go back, even if it means death!"

boom!
Chen Yang responded with a palm strike!
This is inside the "Patrol Banner". Chen Yang is the owner of the "Patrol Banner". Even outside, the Fiend Immortal is no match for Chen Yang, let alone inside the "Patrol Banner".

With a slap, Chen Yang slammed the Scattered Calamity Ghost Immortal to the ground and sneered, "You dog-like creature, you dare to act presumptuously in front of me?"

"die?"

"If you die, wouldn't all my efforts have been in vain?"

After suppressing the scattered evil spirits with a flip of his hand, Chen Yang didn't waste any words and directly cast the Rebirth Curse, summoning the "Gate of Life and Death".

An illusory "Gateway to Life and Death" appeared inside the funeral home. Chen Yang held the "Patrol Banner" and waved it gently. The scattered ghost immortals inside the banner turned into a wisp of yin energy and were thrown into the gateway.

[Mission: Capture the Ghost Immortal and break the Ghost God's Domain (Completed).]

[Reward received: Cultivation Points +10000.]

[Reward: Netherworld Soul-Suppressing Brush]

[Reward received: Ghostly Immortal Thoughts *3]

Several notification sounds rang in his mind in succession. Chen Yang waved his hand, and the illusory "Gateway to Life and Death" dissipated.

A chilling power emerged within him!

This force was much stronger than usual, causing Chen Yang's body to surge with yin energy and black mist to billow, creating a violent yin wind in the funeral shop, which blew the yellow paper and ghost money on the shelves all over the room!
"My current Yin energy cultivation is even more profound than that of the Ghost King!"

A thought kept flashing through Chen Yang's mind.

of course.

For "ghost cultivators," the strength of their Yin energy does not fully represent their strength; the most important thing is the power of their soul!
The yin energy around him gradually receded, and the yin wind in the shop dissipated.

Chen Yang withdrew his aura, and with a flick of his hand, three more crystals the size of rice grains appeared in his palm.

The crystal gleamed softly under the light, a hazy luster that captivated the senses.

"A ghostly thought!"

"If I refine just one, my soul power will probably increase dramatically, reaching the level of [Possession], right?"

At that time, the next step will be the realm of "Ghost Immortal".

The current Celestial Master of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain, even with the blessing of Longhu Mountain's cave and the Celestial Master's Mansion's inheritance, is only at the Ghost Immortal Realm. Once he truly reaches that level, Chen Yang's strength will be comparable to the leaders of various major Daoist sects!
However, becoming a Ghost Immortal is not so easy.

Chen Yang, in particular, is a "living ghost cultivator," and the difficulty for him to become a ghost immortal is greater than that for a true ghost cultivator.

Fortunately, Chen Yang was not discouraged.

He felt that as long as he worked hard enough and put in enough effort and sweat, he would eventually be able to break through the "barrier between life and death".

The "Ghost Immortal Thoughts" awarded by the system are pure and unadulterated thoughts, containing no extraneous thoughts or memories.

With a thought, Chen Yang released his divine soul power, enveloping a ghost immortal's thought...

Soon, the rice-grain-sized crystal began to melt, turning into a drop of crystal-clear liquid that merged into Chen Yang's soul.

Chen Yang felt his soul power surge by a huge margin; a single Ghost Immortal thought was more effective than the boost from a dozen Soul Condensing Pills!

Taking out the second Ghost Immortal Thought, Chen Yang began refining and studying the [Netherworld Soul-Suppressing Brush].

The style of the Netherworld Soul-Suppressing Brush is similar to that of an ordinary calligraphy brush.

The penholder appears to be made of a special kind of wood, which is filled with a strong sense of yin energy, while the tip of the pen is filled with the resentment of ghosts!

Chen Yang refined it and carefully sensed it. He suddenly realized, "This pen should be a replica of the Judge's Pen. It can record the good and evil deeds of living beings, and can write the life and death of living beings. It is especially effective in restraining the souls of the dead."

In summary, it can be summed up in six words: judging life and death, determining good and evil!

of course.

Since it's a replica, its power is definitely not as strong as the Judge's Pen. As the third Ghost Immortal thought was refined, Chen Yang's soul power had grown to its limit, and there was a faint tendency for his soul power to transform into "substance".

He took out the Crimson Sun Mirror, the Parade Banner, the Soul-Capturing Bell, and the Blood-Patterned Flying Sword and placed them in front of him.

"With my current power, the Soul-Capturing Bell is of little use to me..."

Chen Yang pondered for a moment—

Yang Shuai has the mourning staff and soul-locking chain he obtained from the Black Mountain Demon, Gu Jinghui has the Mountain-Suppressing Seal given to him by the Special Administration Bureau, Li Ali uses his own soul-locking chain, and today he lent the "Night-Shining Lantern" to Ruyi...

"Let's give this Soul-Capturing Bell to Little Fatty for now."

Chen Yang shouted towards the second floor, "Little Fatty!"

Whoosh!
A blur of motion rushed down from the second floor, and Cat Master slid down to Chen Yang's feet.

"Your Excellency Inspector, I am here!"

Chen Yang picked up the Soul-Capturing Bell and said, "You've been cooking and washing dishes every day these past few days, you've worked hard... I have nothing else, this Soul-Capturing Bell is the first magic weapon I ever used, and now I'll hand it over to you."

With tears welling up in his eyes, Cat Lord kowtowed and said, "Thank you for your generous gift, my lord. Rest assured, I will go through fire and water for you, and serve you with my life!"

It took the Soul-Capturing Bell with its two paws, then found a red rope and solemnly tied it around its neck.

"Amitabha!"

Just then, the sound of Buddhist chanting rang out from outside the door.

However, it turned out to be Master Baiyun and the young monk Huixin, whom they hadn't seen for many days.

"Master Baiyun!"

Chen Yang smiled and asked, "When did Master Baiyun return to Wucheng?"

The monk Baiyun replied, "I just got off the high-speed train and saw the yin energy soaring into the sky in Wucheng, so Huixin and I took a taxi here. When we arrived, we found that it was Chen Youshen who caused the commotion... If I'm not mistaken, Chen Youshen, your cultivation has made a breakthrough, hasn't it?"

"Bah!"

Upon hearing this, the cat-lord, who had just obtained the Soul-Capturing Bell, glared and scolded, "How dare you speak like that, old monk? My master is now the Daily Inspector, appointed by Lord Cui, and currently serves as the Inspector of the Mortal World. What kind of wandering spirit is this?"

"........."

Monk Baiyun opened his mouth, inwardly exclaiming, "Holy crap!"
The following clergy...

Is it rising that fast?

A few days ago, when he came to the funeral home for the first time after coming down the mountain, Chen Yang was still a "night owl"!
In just a few days, he became the Daily Patrol Captain, or some kind of Inspector of the Mortal World.

Although he wasn't very clear about the "divine office" system of the underworld, the titles of Commandant and Inspector sounded very prestigious, so Monk Baiyun quickly bowed again.

Chen Yang laughed and said, "It's alright, it's alright... Ignorance is no excuse. Master Baiyun, Little Master Huixin, I heard that you made great contributions at the Qin Mansion, capturing the Black and White Swords couple, and later chasing a vampire into the Qinling Mountains. Did you have any success?"

The monk Baiyun shook his head and sighed, "The Qinling Mountains are too vast, filled with towering peaks and deep valleys, and teeming with wandering spirits and powerful demons. In addition, there are too many martial arts practitioners chasing after us. That vampire has probably already been captured and exchanged for a bounty. How could it possibly be our turn, master and disciple?"

Now that they've joined the Special Administration Bureau and made great contributions to it, the master and apprentice have received a lot of bonuses and are living a very comfortable life.

Chen Yang observed them carefully and noticed that their sneakers were all brand-name, and even their cell phones had been upgraded to tri-fold models.

The old monk chatted with Chen Yang about what he had seen and heard during his trip to the Qin residence, while the young monk Huixin was looking around in front of the counter. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he noticed the "Zhong Kui statue" displayed on the glass counter.

Huixin wanted to reach out and touch it, but was stopped by Cat Master.

"Bah!"

"Hey bald guy, what are you doing?"

"This is the statue of the Demon Exorcist Lord. If you offend the Demon Exorcist Lord, I will be the first to punish you!"

The young monk Huixin went up the mountain and entered Yunqing Temple when he was four or five years old. The monk Baiyun himself was a monk who had become a monk later in life and had not taught him much. The young monk asked curiously, "Who is the Demon Exorcist True Lord?"

"You don't even know the Exorcist Lord?"

Cat Master chuckled and began to educate the little monk on the common knowledge of "Zhong Kui, the Demon Exorcist."

The young monk listened with utmost respect.

He immediately picked up the incense sticks beside him, lit nine of them, and respectfully bowed down to the Zhong Kui statue!
What the hell!

Cat's tail suddenly stood straight up, its fur bristling, and with a "meow," it rushed straight up to the second floor!

Chen Yang and Monk Baiyun noticed something and got up to look.

But then the nine incense sticks burned out quickly, and the smoke they produced gathered together without dissipating, eventually disappearing into the Zhong Kui statue!

Click click click...

The surface of the statue is cracked.

The statue's eyes rolled, and then its fingers twitched slightly!
A peculiar aura emanated from the Zhong Kui statue!

Chen Yang immediately knelt down and loudly proclaimed, "Your humble servant Chen Yang respectfully welcomes the True Lord to the mortal world!"

"........."

The monk Baiyun didn't know what had happened, but when he saw Chen Yang kneeling, he kicked the young monk Huixin in the leg and shouted, "Why aren't you kneeling down?"

The master and disciple knelt down together and said loudly, "This humble monk, Baiyun, respectfully welcomes the True Lord to descend upon the mortal world!"

It's not even 10 p.m. yet.

The funeral home's doors were wide open, and pedestrians were coming and going outside.

Three young women happened to pass by and burst into laughter upon seeing this scene. One of them clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she was almost out of breath.

"Killing me!"

"I laughed so hard my milk spilled out!"

"A bunch of lunatics... worshipping a broken stone statue, and they even call it a True Lord!"

However, the next moment, the spirited young woman who had spilled her Snow King milk tea was stunned. Her eyes widened as she watched as the skin of the foot-tall stone statue broke open, and a man wearing a purple robe, holding a sword, and with a full beard walked out!

The man was originally as tall as the stone statue, but when he jumped off the counter and landed, he was already the size of an adult man!
Dressed in a purple robe, wearing an official hat, holding a sword, with a leopard's head and piercing eyes, an iron face and a bushy beard, who else could it be but Zhong Kui?

In the dream, Zhong Kui had already seen Chen Yang. He said, "Get up. I am merely an incarnation of incense offerings. There is no need for such a grand ceremony..."

Zhong Kui looked up and his gaze met that of the three spirited young women standing at the shop entrance. He was taken aback and exclaimed in shock, "Has the human world become so chaotic? Demons and monsters dare to roam the streets?"

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P.S.: There will be another 4000-word chapter tonight!

(End of this chapter)